In China's waters, a quarrel doth rise,
Two great ships 'neath the eastern skies.
Commending the law, or so they disguise,
’Tis but wine in a chalice of lies.
Xi to Biden, a pledge did make,
"Let’s sow peace where there's strife to stakе."
But in this game, nary a handshake,
Is free from the tug of give-and-take.
The host of COP29, in scornful jest,
Praises the fuel that fails the test.
Clouds do gather at his behest,
With the saint of climate hardly impressed.
